Ode to the Fount’n of Youth

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Balm to the afflicted spirit,

As forgiveness to the penitent;

Life for those who supplicate,

As Death to a loathed existence.

 

Lodged in tall and lucent,

Or entombed in dark and hidden;

‘Tis the core, the very substance,

That resurrects the lifeless soul.

 

Hushes the lips, like a woman’s kiss,

Touches the tongue, how bitter-sweet!

The river falls, then the cataract,

All majestic, cascading with love.

 

Oh for that moment to be frozen,

The lips of Vida forever locked in mine;

That nirvana, that respite life’s afflictions,

To the very end of time.

 

There’s no such thing in Eden,

Unto the dirt, all power is given;

While spirit resides in its fictile vessel,

O fount’n of youth, come and drown the desolation!

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Photo from tantrictraveler.com
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Author: The Romantic Alpha

Aside from physical and intellectual strength, a man is also given a heart to feel and share love and value. Dive into the mind of the alpha, feel his heart beat, and let me carry you with my strong yet gentle hands. I'm continuously innovating myself to be a better man, husband, father, friend, and structural engineer. Love's not overrated. The world needs the true essence of which.

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